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[In Thorir's background, one can see what looks half like a tunnel, half like a normal street with houses on either side, many adorned with geometrical patterns. They are lit by lamps that just seem a bit out of place, hanging under the roof of the street like streetlamps, and a few houses on the street have signs on the door or otherwise look lived-in. It's all very clean and well-kept, though empty.]

As some of you know, there is a numbered colony inside the mountain that has risen under Las Vegas. The entrance is hidden, and we want to keep it that way so that it can remain a safe place for those numbered that don't want to leave America. Everyone is welcome to claim a house or room, there are plenty. A lot of the mountain isn't yet explored and might be unsafe, but there seem to be no monsters hiding in it like in the catacombs in Locke City, and the area that has electricity, wi-fi and mobile signal is safe. We also have running water.

...We'll just have to hope that they don't dig too deeply while building all the things on the mountain.

[He pauses to make it clear that he's changing the topic - it's also announced by his factual manner gaining a dangerous glint.]

I will be participating in the attack on the Mafia. I already talked to Hjalti and he's coming with me. If anyone else from Vegas wants to join us, we'll go to Locke a few hours early so he can pick up some weapons at my store.

That said, if anyone needs firearms, a sword, and axe or daggers for this, contact me and I will set you up with it.

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[arrowpoint]

I already have my knives, let's do this.

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[disdainfully]

You're staying.

[arrowpoint]

What? Why?

[disdainfully]

You will pose a danger to yourself as well as others if you go.

[arrowpoint]

Dude, I know how to use my knives. And I've already had a run in with the mafia.

[...even killed one of them, but he was trying to push that thought out of his mind.]

[disdainfully]

You also managed to get lost in the mountain without any help at all, and from what I have been told about said encounter with the mafia, you might have taken out one of them, but your mind isn't ready for such encounters yet.

[arrowpoint]

Okay first? The mountain is dark and creepy, and it's easy for anybody to get lost in there.

Second, My "mind isn't ready?!" what is that supposed to mean? I know what's going to go down, I'm not that dumb.

[Of course, that last statement does imply that he admits to being a certain level of dumb...]

[disdainfully]

You have been the only one who got lost there up until now.

[It means that he thinks that you're either too soft or too immature or simply too scatterbrained to be of much use in a fight.] You know what's going down, but you can't promise me that you will act accordingly in a battle situation, unless you had a lot of related echoes recently.

[arrowpoint]

[Liam gives a very mature and adult-like groan of frustration. It's a good thing he currently is forgetting that he's 21 and actually a legal adult. There's a long pause, then a mumbled reply.]

...I just know how to use the knives.

[disdainfully]

[And, in some way, that is a relief - both that Liam can do that and that he seems to be on the way to understanding that he can't come with them.]

You can defend yourself if you're in a pinch, and that is good; but you are not fit for the battlefield. Not yet, anyway. [Maybe one day, but Liam simply is neither enough of an adult to Thorir to make his own decisions in this nor fit to go into battle purposefully.]

[arrowpoint]

Well I want to do something.

[Liam pauses and furrows his brows warily.]

...Battlefield? Is that really what this is?

[disdainfully]

It's an armed attack on a group of people that without question will be armed as well. Call it an ambush, but it's certainly closer related to a battle than a training camp. [And that doesn't bother him nearly as much as he feels that it should.]

[arrowpoint]

Can't we call it fighting? Battle makes it sound worse.

[He wasn't sure he wanted to be in a full out battle...]

[espigeonage]

[He looked at the rest of this thread]

Wait, you've killed someone?

[arrowpoint]

[He's caught off guard.]

Dude you don't just ask people that...

[espigeonage]

Liam, you've killed someone?

[he may repeat this again]

[arrowpoint]

[Obviously uncomfortable.]

Can we not talk about this?

[espigeonage]

[The feathers visible on his shoulders have risen and fluffed out.]

You've killed- sorry.

Wow.

[arrowpoint]

So... um...yeah.

[Awkward silence.]

[espigeonage]

[His feathers are smoothing back down.]

When was this? I never knew.

[arrowpoint]

Well it's not exactly something you just go around telling people.

[It could get you arrested if nothing else.]

Summer. When Ariel got stitches.

[espigeonage]

I know, but - yeeesh.

She was there too?

[arrowpoint]

Yeah. She got hurt so I...

[In his mind, Liam is going over the moment that Ariel was slashed, and how something inside him had snapped into place. He'd picked up one of the stray daggers, and knew how to use it. Knew where to cut to bring someone down... The memory of the blood on his hands makes him go pale.]

[espigeonage]

Yeah.

Sorry, man. I know sometimes it's necessary, but...

[arrowpoint]

[A change of subject was in order. Liam clears his throat awkwardly.]

So... what've you been up to?